Story: Persephone Nine, Chapter 20 – Leashing Laurel

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Preparing to leave the camp again wasn’t easy for Vice – either psychologically or practically.

Only Vice and Cunt (formerly Laurel) would be making the journey with the Galliard – which meant leaving the other women behind, on their own.

“Do not worry, Jayson Vice,” laughed the Galliard leader, his wolfish body towering over Vice.  “We will leave one of ours behind to guide and discipline these bitches.”

A vision passed through Vice’s head of the Galliard raping and beating his captive harem.

“No,” he said, with a viciousness that surprised even himself.  “They belong to me, and they’ll answer to me.  You can leave your men to watch, but they do *not* enter the camp or lay a paw on my women, do you understand?”

Confidence seemed surprised by Vice’s aggressive tone.  “They are bitches, Jayson Vice – by nature stupid and mischievous.  You cannot leave them unshepherded.”

“They obey me,” said Vice.  “Whether I’m physically present or not.”  He turned to the women.  “Don’t you, sluts?”

Whether or not the girls felt they obeyed him, they were keen to not be under the control of the Galliard.  “Yes, sir!” they chorused.

“Telea, while I’m away, you will implement my will,” said Vice.  “See that these bitches remain humiliated and disciplined, and make sure you all rape each other nightly until I return.”

“Yes, sir,” said Telea, her voice filled with love and devotion.

Vice turned now to their robot.  “Rospar, you are not to allow the women to leave the camp, under any circumstances, unless they are at risk of permanent injury or death.  You are not to allow them to use the fabricator or fashion weapons or tools of any sort.  You will protect Telea from the other women, and you will protect all the women from any outside threat.”

Rospar made a bleep of acknowledgement.

He turned back to the Galliard leader.  “That will have to satisfy you.”

Confidence didn’t seem entirely satisfied – but he apparently had decided not to press the issue.  He inclined his head in a gesture of assent.  “We will see how well you control these bitches at a distance, Jayson Vice,” he said.  “My men will watch, but not interfere.”

And then there was the matter of actually transporting Cunt.  The Galliard did not seem comfortable with her walking freely among them – even with a control collar – and demanded that she be leashed.  

And their leashing took a specific form – and it required Cunt’s clitoris to be pierced.  One of the Galliard produced a wicked-looking metal tool with which to perform the procedure.

Laurel recoiled in shock when she heard, and looked at Vice for help.  The helplessness in her eyes, and the implicit admission that she needed Vice, made Vice’s cock hard, but having pushed the Galliard to stay out away from the other girls, he needed to now accept this condition without further difficulty.

“It’s just a piercing, Cunt,” he told her.  “Lots of bitches have them.  It will hurt for a while, but it won’t damage you.  Here, lie down on top of this crate from the wreckage, and spread your legs, and it will all be over soon.”

Cunt did as she was told, clearly frightened of what would happen if she did not.

“Now, put your cock in her mouth, Jayson Vice,” said Confidence.

Vice thought he had misheard.  “Sorry, what?”

“You have trained her to respect men, have you not?” asked Confidence, with a cruel smile.  “The piercing process is painful.  An untrained bitch will clench her teeth when it happens.  A man should be careful in feeding his cock to an untrained bitch.  But if you have trained this woman as you say you have – if she understands completely that she is a parasite who feeds on sperm, who exists only to serve cock – then she will be psychologically incapable of harming you, no matter what is happening to her clitoris.”

Vice was not at all sure that Lauren was that well-trained.  In fact, he was fairly certain that she was not.  But if he showed weakness now, he would lose all the concessions he had bargained for from the gigantic beast-like Galliard.

“Of course,” he said.  He took out his cock, and stood near Cunt’s head, and pushed his phallus between her lips.  Cunt took it obediently and began to suckle on it.

“Just keep your eyes on me,” Vice whispered to her.  “Focus on pleasing me, and pleasing my cock, and we will get through this.”

Laurel whimpered around her mouthful of dick.  Vice reflected that her fear actually made the blowjob more pleasurable – although he would have been happier still if he wasn’t afraid she was about to bite down on him.

“That’s a good bitch,” he purred, and stroked her cheek with his hand.  “Just keep sucking, and remember that my cock is more important than any part of your body.”

There was a flash of defiant anger in her eyes at that, but luckily the Galliard didn’t see it.

The Galliard with the tool stepped forward, between Cunt’s legs, and a moment later there was a hard metal “snap” sound, and Laurel’s entire body bucked in sudden pain.

Vice had been bracing for the pain in his cock – but Cunt’s eyes stayed locked on his, and despite the clear pain the piercing had brought her – a tear even rolled down her cheek – he didn’t feel so much as a hint of teeth on his dick.

“Good bitch!” said Vice, surprised and amazed – and then, the knowledge that Laurel truly had focused on protecting the cock he was raping her with pushed him over the edge, and despite having only been in her mouth a short time, he found himself orgasming, rewarding Cunt for her success with a mouthful of hot cum, which Cunt swallowed eagerly.

Confidence came over, and casually squeezed one of Cunt’s tits.  “Very good,” he growled.  “Know this, bitch – that if you had damaged your Master’s cock, or refused to accept it, we would have taken you, and each raped you as painfully as we could manage.  Your Master’s trust in you has saved you from considerable pain.  Be sure to reward him with gratitude.”

Cunt didn’t dare to speak, but nodded energetically.  She slowly rose from the crates, to stand before Vice.

The Galliard turned to Vice.  “Now, slap her, and insult her.”

Vice immediately slapped Cunt hard across the face.  “You’re a worthless slut,” he said.  

More tears rolled from Laurel’s eyes.

“Why do you cry, bitch?” said Confidence.  “When a man slaps you, and lists your faults, it is a compliment.  It is a sign that he cares for you, and values your improvement.  If he did not see value in your tits and fuckhole, he would simply kill you, or leave you to starve or be eaten by beasts.  When he invests the time to hurt you and correct you, it is the highest compliment a man can give you.  Thank your Master for his love, and return it.”

Cunt looked so confused that she didn’t know what she was doing.  

“Thank you,” she mumbled, and leaned forward and kissed Vice on the lips.  

Vice accepted the kiss, enjoying it, feeling Cunt’s naked tits crush against his chest, but when it was over he pushed her down, so that she could thank his cock with her mouth as well, knowing that this was what the Galliard would expect without having to be told.

“Say you love me,” he whispered as she sucked, and when she was done with his cock, she looked up at him and said, “I love you, sir.”

He doubted that she meant it – but the scared, confused look in her eye told him that she wasn’t sure herself, and he liked that feeling.

And then Cunt was leashed, to prepare her for the journey.

The leashing was quite simple, really.  The Galliard cuffed her hands behind her back, and then ran a chain from the cuffs, between her legs, and connected it to her new clitoris piercing, so that she couldn’t even wiggle her hands without pulling painfully on her clit.

Then they wrapped rope around the base of her tits, knotting it tightly, making her breasts bulge, and they connected that binding to a length of leather – the leash itself.  They gave the end to Vice, and made it clear they expected her to literally pull Cunt along by her tits.  If she didn’t keep up, she would fall tits-first on the ground, and her bound hands would prevent her from protecting herself from the fall, so she would soon learn to focus intently on hurrying submissively in whatever direction Vice tugged her fuckbags.

“You will remain silent unless you are spoken to,” Confidence warned her.  “No distracting whimpers, or crying.  You will breathe quietly.  If you are not able to remain silent, we may choose to gag you – but if that is not enough, then your leash can be connected with equal facility to a tongue piercing, instead of to your tits.”

This warning was enough to cow Laurel, and she made not a single sound from the moment that they left the camp – a surprisingly emotional moment for Vice, as he left Telea and the others behind – until they made camp that night.

It was to be a journey of three days, Vice learned – and three nights – and the Galliard spent all that first day of travel humiliating Cunt.  They discussed the defects of her body – that her tits were too small, that her fuckhole had a fragrant smell, that her face was unappealing – and shared ideas for how to rape and torture her, some of which were so violent that they made even Vice blanche with repulsion.  

Twice during the day they instructed Cunt to void her bladder by the side of the crude trail they were following, and when she did the entire party gathered round to watch her do so, and point, and laugh.

“It is important,” said Confidence, quietly, to Vice, as they watched Laurel urinate, “that a woman should feel shame for every part of her body, and all of her bodily processes. It helps her to understand at a primal level why she must be punished and controlled.  When she is done, you should express your love for her.”

Vice took a moment to remember what Confidence meant by this, but after a moment he realised what was intended, and when Laurel stood after urinating, he slapped her across the face and said, “You should have spread your legs more to give them a better view, you stupid cow.”

Laurel gaped – and then she, too, understood this ritual.  “Thank you, sir,” she gasped.  “I love you.”  And she kissed his lips, and then kissed his cock.

She was aroused, he realised, despite pissing in front of an audience and being slapped.  And she had been aroused all day.  Galliard pheromones were having their effect on her.  He imagined that it must only be increasing her humiliation and confusion that her cunt was so wet despite her obvious fear, humiliation and misery.

And Vice also saw the looks that some of the Galliard were giving Cunt.  She may not have an exaggerated hyper-feminised body like the Galliard women – but perhaps that only made her more exotic to them.  And if not, then the mere fact that Vice had claimed her, and declared her off-limits to the Galliard, was provoking their interest.

They wanted to rape Cunt – and Vice was worried they might act on that lust, whether Vice allowed it or not.

And when the Galliard finally made camp on that first night, Vice found out exactly what that would mean for his crewmate-turned-slave…

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